Chapter 29: Grandmaster Qin Long
Qin Long Martial Arts Hall, fifth floor
The door was pushed open, and a tall and graceful figure walked in.
"Teacher, I'm here to see you."
"Xiao Yue is here. How did your school's mock test go this time?"
Behind a huge screen, an old and laughing voice came.
"Performing steadily, we are still number one."
The girl took off her hat casually, and her silky black hair fell down her shoulders. If Qi Sui were here, he would definitely be surprised to recognize that this girl is none other than Gu Xiyue, a lonely and low-key transparent girl in the class.
It's just that Gu Xiyue at this moment is different from the rustic dress in school.
She wears a purple tunic on top, which outlines her slightly bulging round curves, and underneath she wears tight-fitting wide-leg denim trousers, with beautiful legs that are slender and straight.
The eyebrow-covering bangs were parted to both sides, and the thick pink frame was removed, with various digital symbols jumping on the mirror.
Not your ordinary myopia glasses, but the most advanced smart product from a technology company.
Bathed in the afternoon sunshine, her already beautiful face was shrouded in a halo, and her whole person was like a blooming cherry blossom, fresh and agile.
"That's right. With your IQ, Xiaoyue, taking this kind of high school exam is a bit bullying."
The old man laughed dumbly.
He stood up from his seat and revealed his true appearance.
The old man's gray hair was still neatly combed, and his face was engraved with traces of the severity and wind and frost of the years. His deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the worldly fireworks and look directly into the soul.
Just standing there, I feel like I am in harmony with the heaven and earth, and I feel like a green pine standing tall and unyielding.
It brings about tranquility and reverence.
His name is Qin Long, and he is the master of the Qinlong Martial Arts School. At his peak, he had extremely close to extraordinary strength.
Although he is now old and suffering from injuries and illnesses, he still has the level of a master.
"Xiao Yue, come over here and show you an interesting little guy."
Qin Long pointed to a corner on the screen and said with a smile: "This little guy has a very good talent in martial arts."
Speaking of which, He Jing'an had mentioned it to him twenty days ago and brought Qi Sui into his sight. Otherwise, given his level, it would have been difficult to notice a little guy who was not even a martial artist.
The picture on the screen showed Qi Sui fighting against Duan Peng, an outside disciple of the martial arts school.
"If the teacher calls him a good talent, then he must be very powerful."
Gu Xiyue's eyes fell on the wolf mask, and she felt that this person's figure was somewhat familiar: "But in a small place like our Qinhai City, what real genius can come out? Look at the strength he has shown, that is, It’s just three paragraphs, it touches four paragraphs at most.”
"Xiao Yue, do you know that he only entered the second level of strength ten days ago?"
Qin Long shook his head with a smile.
Qi Sui's current strength is indeed quite good, and it will not be a problem to enter the four top martial arts universities in Xia Kingdom.
But who is Qin Long?
He has been in the Xia Kingdom's martial arts world for nearly a hundred years. What kind of proud man has he not seen? A person with that kind of natural supernatural power, even if he does not need to practice, will naturally have the strength of martial arts above the fifth level when he reaches eighteen years old. .
There are also those with super-fast nervous responses who can pass several stages without falling behind if they really want to fight.
Compared with those people, Qi Sui was just mediocre.
However, the speed of his martial arts progress can be called terrifying. Even with Qin Long's experience, he can rank at the forefront of thousands of talented warriors.
"His growth rate is much faster than yours."
"Teacher, the progress of the skills I practice is slow in the early stages, but the further you go, the more vigorous and diligent you become." Gu Xiyue's clear eyes stared at Qi Sui's fist and kick skills on the screen, and she said softly: "Besides, The speed of martial arts improvement is not all of a warrior’s talent.”
"Just like Shang Zhongyong in ancient literature, there are many martial arts students who can show great talent in the early stages of training and successfully enter excellent martial arts universities. However, their subsequent potential is insufficient. No matter how hard they make progress, they can only be mediocre and lose themselves to everyone."
Qin Long showed a smile.
The girl's words are good, but most of those "injury Zhongyong" versions of warriors were too eager for success in the early stages of practice, resulting in serious physical damage.
Qi Sui on the screen is like a walking furnace of flesh, full of life essence, without any sign of lack of stamina. "Speaking of which, this little guy's identity is quite interesting, and he has some connections with you, Xiaoyue."
"Huh? Teacher, do I know him?"
Gu Xiyue looked over with doubtful eyes: "What's his name?"
"Don't say it, don't say it. Keeping secrets for warriors is the principle of our martial arts school."
Qin Long tapped his thick knuckles on the table, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Speaking of which, I haven't tested your martial arts skills for a long time. Go and compete with that little guy. You are far stronger than him, so don't Use martial arts skills."
"Good teacher."
Gu Xiyue walked towards the door with her long legs. Before leaving, she suddenly stopped and asked curiously: "Teacher, you are so interested in him, are you thinking of accepting a disciple again?"
The disciples here are not outside disciples like Duan Peng, but real core disciples.
You can practice the faction's unparalleled methods and inherit the lifelong mantle of a master.
"Are you accepting a disciple..."
Qin Long tapped his knuckles on the table and paused in the air.
His eyes flashed and he looked to the right side of the table.
There was a picture frame placed quietly there.
Qin Long in the photo has not yet turned white. He is sitting in the middle wearing a red and black martial arts robe, with a smile on his face.
In his arms in front of him was a young-looking little girl, also wearing a red and black martial arts uniform, but she had a cold face at a young age and looked at the camera expressionlessly.
Behind Qin Long, on the left side, stood a tall, middle-aged man with a strong back and a strong back. He had a Chinese character face, stern eyes, and eyebrows connected together. Wearing a red and black martial arts uniform, he looked like a great sage holding the sky.
As for the right side of the back, a piece of human-shaped outline has been artificially cut out, leaving only an empty black color.
"well--"
…
boom!
Qi Sui kicked his legs like a whip, hitting Duan Peng's arms that were barely able to defend themselves.
Muscles were numb and bones ached.
He staggered a few steps and finally sat down on the ring.
"Brother Duan, remember to give us a five-star review."
"Okay, let's fight again after I recover from my injury. I will definitely defeat you!"
Duan Peng struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of stubbornness and dissatisfaction, and his heart was fierce. He wanted to practice hard when he went back, and he must get his place back.
Qi Sui's expression remained as usual, and he didn't take the other party's words to heart at all.
To put it in a very flattering way.
The enemy who is defeated by me will never be regarded as an opponent by me. I will give you time to catch up until you are out of sight.
"Professional [Martial Arts Student] experience +28..."
Qi Sui muttered in his heart: The experience is getting less and less with each passing day. It’s really boring.
At this moment, another prompt popped up on the phone.
"Hello, Yingfeng Xiongba Tianxia, I have sent you a sparring invitation with the ID Yuexia Duxing. Do you accept it?"
Um?
It’s not up to him to choose yet.
An agile figure jumped down from a high-rise building and landed suddenly in front of Qi Sui. Her soft black hair was tied behind her neck, and her face was covered by a white fox mask. Only a pair of pale pink eyes could be seen, which were all cold.
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(End of chapter)